Obsessive compulsive procrastinator rules

I have passed through my reading frenzy and am now madly knitting.  I think I may just have an obsessive compulsive problem.  I need to be thoroughly involved with something that stops me from walking, exercising, cleaning, tidying and even cooking.  The best hobby is the one that takes up almost every waking moment. So you can see that reading and knitting are the top pursuits for someone that takes passivity to an abnormal level.  I could also say that I watch television all the time but really at the moment there is not a lot on that I find interesting.  I do find that television has a rather soporific effect on me.

I have been trying to think of things to do to get me out of the house.  My first plan is to take a table and chair outside and read and knit in the sun.  This does not fix my problem.  I could of course garden, (that noise was the sound of hell freezing over.)  I could go down to the beach with the little old poodle and walk along in the sand.  Now I know I don't actually like to walk all that much but the beach is a different thing altogether. I need to save up for a while, say a month or two to pay for the petrol to go to the beach, but I am sure every now and again I could go for a pay day walkie.  The best thing about walkies on the beach is the ice-cream that me and the little man eat before we zoom (putter) home in the car.

Even though I really loathe walking there is a place in Gawler called Dead Man's Pass that is a brilliant walk. There are paths and a creek with little ponds and a couple of hills that I refuse to let beat me.  Now here is the  root of my problem.  I love that walk there but I just cannot get myself to go.  My friend, God love her, tries to winkle me out of the house but I just sit in my chair knit.  If I am not knitting I am reading.

They say that procrastination is the thief of time and in my case I think that they got that right.  Procrastinator is my middle name.  Cushie Procrastinator that is me.  I will walk tomorrow, I will exercise (never,) I will pull out the weeds later, (much later,) I will rejuvenate the Casa del Cushie by dusting and mopping and cleaning the windows later, tomorrow, in an hour, tonight, in the morning, when I have time.

The thing I always have time is for it doing some sedentary thing.  Oh what could it be, surely not reading and knitting and wasting time, all the time.  If there was a degree in procrastination I would have it.  Cushie, BA majoring in absolutely nothing.

The worst thing is that at the end of each misspent day I am tired.  What the hell from?  I certainly haven't done anything.  Evidently procrastination is very enervating.  I should know, I wrote the book.